...and it's not so easy

there used to be a point in this
but i can't seem to remember what it was
or where it went, in the night
in all this clingy darkness it left
and i'm left with the right
there used to be a time, a day
when everything worked right
and well and looked kind of pretty
in an odd sort of perverse kind of way
but the face has been torn off
the facade left in shambles, a broken wall
of mortar and the last few bricks
it was left to burn, smouldering and sparking
ready to light again, at the right time

where were you?
where did you go?
said you'd always stick around
but you're nowhere to be found
it's kind of funny
how i could believe your tales
just the same
like all the rest
tried not to compare
to look on the side of hope
but i've given up on hope

i wish i still had your supposed idealism
i wish i still had your beautiful hand to hold
i wish i still had something more
than this flaming s**t, the bricks lost in the smoke
i thought i could have been something more
i wish i could have been something more
more to you, more to me, more to the world
but i'm left in the ashes and all this debris
meat chewed up in the cogs of this machine
spit out to the ground with broken bits of bone
i wish i had something left to give

blood pours from the open sores over my heart
can you taste their poison seeping down my flesh?
can you see how deep they burn?
it's an endless charade i live behind this facade
to try and put on a happy-rag-doll-face
even when i'm lost in the corner, left in the closet
it's nothing new, but somehow it still stings
never the loved, always the forgotten
and it's not so easy...
 

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[S. J. Fisk]

where were you?
where did you go?
said you'd always stick around
but you're nowhere to be found
it's kind of funny
how i could believe your tales
just the same
like all the rest
tried not to compare
to look on the side of hope
but i've given up on hope

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I'm sorry